The Unaccustomed Recurrence


I was sitting there, at that place we met for the first time a year and a half ago. I went there every Friday at eight o’clock in the evening, the exact date and time I saw your face back then.

I expected you would show up after all these times, but you never did.

I looked at my watch, the short hand ticked to eight o’clock. I turned my face up and looked around, people kept coming into the bar but among those crowd was there nobody I recognized.

It was all the same, but I never lost my hope.

And there you were, finally.

You approached me. I looked at you with a combination of amazement, bliss and tears in my eyes. Suddenly, I decided to leave. I was afraid a woman would show up after you and walked into your arms.

You called out my name, and I stopped short. Tears started to run down my cheek, not sure if it was caused by happiness or worry.

You made me sit at my chair with two hands of yours. My heart still fully remembered their warmth. You said,

“Where are you going? I am coming back to you.”

I broke out crying. You put my head into your chest for a while until I turned to sob that you went down on your knees.

You softly wiped away tears on my face and whispered,

“Don’t leave me, my love. I will never leave you again.”

And tears also surged up my favourite pair of charming eyes.

I nodded hardly and we embraced, so tightly as if we were so afraid anything would deprive us from one another again.

I woke up, breads of sweat all over my face. I looked at a clock on the wall. It was two minutes to four o’clock in the morning. I felt my heart beating fast for seconds and then took the pill prescribed by my personal psychiatrist.

I should have been used to it by now, because this dream has reoccured for over half a year.

But no, I still hope you would come back

For real.

Suggested soundtrack: Hotel Sayre (feat. Lana Del Rey) – The Orchestral Score From Baz Luhmann’s Film the Great Gatsby by Craig Armstrong